“Before this year started, I promised to myself I’ll accomplish this challenge I dared to myself.” I said to Greg.
“And what is it that you want to accomplish?”
I turned to him. “Do you remember the journal you gave to me last 2011?”
His brows furrowed momentarily before nodding. “Yeah, the green one?”
I snapped my fingers. “That one. Well, I promised that I’d fill all the pages up with fiction writings before the year ends.”
Greg’s face was in awe. “What? You mean, you still have that until now and you haven’t filled that up?”
I place my poker face. “I think that’s what I just said.”
Greg laughed. “Well, that’s really a challenge.”
“Yes. Then, I’ll keep it in a treasure box. I’m sure I’ll feel like I’m in paradise when I finished this challenge. Just imagine a journal filled with stories from your head; stories mixed with dreams, imaginations and nightmares. Quite awesome.” I said while smiling.
“How many pages left, then?”
I tried to hide my smile. “I’m still halfway.”
Greg laughed hard. “Good luck with that! What if you can’t finish it?”
“Then I’ll have to keep it like that. Sometimes, the things left untouched and raw are the things that’s the best.” I shrugged.
“Nice. Still, good luck with that.” He said with a smile in his voice.
I shook my head. “You’ll see.” I said.